My wife enjoys my masculine inadequacy
I turned 51 last month. And some time ago, I stopped satisfying my wife, Melony. She will soon be 49 years old. She retained all her feminine beauty and allure. Her hair was thick, her breasts large and soft, and her figure still appealed to men.
I watched her slowly move to the music that evening at our house. We had invited Caleb, a 29-year-old black man, to dinner. I had once interacted with him at work. And that’s when my wife noticed him.
He always exuded immense strength, was tall and confident. We spent time in the living room after dinner. Melony turned on some jazz and moved slowly near Caleb holding a glass. She smiled and literally glowed with sexuality and femininity. I watched from the sidelines trying to concentrate on reading the news. Caleb, meanwhile, was devouring my wife with his eyes. A sly smirk never left his face.
(more…)A bridesmaid is having fun with a BBCs at a wedding
I was invited to my friends Roni and Kim’s wedding. I wasn’t dating, and my friends thought I’d meet someone. They had a wonderful event with a huge number of guests. The location was beautiful with a large yard. And I was excited to go to their wedding because one of the bridesmaids was a girl I liked.
Amy is a beautiful, sweet blonde with a great figure. She’s always been a beauty and hasn’t paid any attention to me. And here I had a great chance to get to know her better. But I was much luckier catching Amy at a very heated moment. When all the important moments of the ceremony had already passed and the bridesmaids were free to enjoy themselves at the wedding, this hot incident happened.
I had already congratulated the newlyweds and was sitting at the table, my head fuzzy. Then I noticed that Amy had not been in the hall for a long time. So I decided to walk through the garden to clear my head and look for her. But I couldn’t find Amy anywhere.

When secret desires come true
We’ve been married for ten years. My marriage to Emily began quite classically. It was filled with passionate nights, shared dreams, and a house in a quiet suburb. I had a successful job. I didn’t particularly stand out. But Emily had always been a beautiful, slender brunette. But over time, routine became our undoing.
Like many couples, sex became predictable. We both felt something was missing, but couldn’t figure out what it was. We always stuck together, talked and trusted each other.
One evening, my wife confessed to me that she’d dreamed of a dark-skinned man. It was so powerful and completely different. We drank wine and discussed this hot topic. And instead of jealousy, arousal flared within me. I imagined my wife in the arms of a black stranger.
It was quite unusual, exciting, something we’d never experienced before. Emily described her impressions in detail. Her face burned as she described how he penetrated her deeply, and how her body trembled with orgasm.
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